Wind moves the plain trees
a chill moves in from the south
Autumn’s arrival
by afternoon, summer comes
An illusive season change
Category: autumn
Wet Leaves on Bluestone
The Autumnal Winds
Dying leaves on the Bluestone
Rain soaks the city
Walking between waterlogged
slippery leaves and my thoughts
Vespers
Lost in the gloaming
we chant silent Vespers
waiting for the falling
Leaves of next Autumn
Too much, Too many, Not enough
Too much sun,
not enough shade.
Flowers in bloom,
too many colours.
Too much light,
not enough darkness.
Birds sing and dance,
too many songs.
Too much Summer,
not enough Winter
to take my heart,
make it cold,
feel the chill,
the Autumn feel.
Autumn’s End
Winter tells the Woods, “The time has come for you to leave Autumn behind.”
The Woods hear Winter, yet Autumn still calls from far away.
The trees understand Autumn’s end and shed their sorry leaves.
Copper Leaves
Copper leaves;
Only a few left now.
Autumn lost;
Winter found the Woods.
Deciduous trees stand;
Silent fog breathes still.
Copper leaves fall;
Trees now stand bare.
Slowing Down
We begin to slow in Autumn as the days shorten and the nights lengthen.
Salads turn to casseroles, and coffee turns to rum.
We find our cosy corner, a stack of books, and turn day after day into night.
When the rains come, we wear our favourite socks; we slow down.
Moss Thoughts
Without a fuss, Autumn arrives
I feel a subtle change
I notice the softening
I wait for a year older
The moss will come for me soon
Haiku: Longing for Fall
A mixed-up season
grey rain, and then scorching heat
Yet I long for Fall
The Turning
The turning began
summer left us on our own
Shedding no sad tears
as grey turns to silver snow
Melting slow on our faces
C & K 